If I Could Visit My Past Self

[Witty]

I would hit him in the face
For every risk he didn't take
I would beat him and degrade him
For not believing and not taking
All those leaps he had no faith in
I'd make him make the brutal confession
That he was using depression
As an excuse for being useless
Because the truth is he refused
To find the shoes he should step in

I'd say to him...

His deceit and his lies are the reason that I...

..see the bright lights, the white aisles
The wild eyes, scared
The nurse with the cup of pills for my night night prayers

He's why in my nightmares, I see dry wipe chairs.

I'd tell him, go on, wallow in your self hate
Rip the cap off that bottle
Swallow it and tempt fate
Then follow it to hells gate.

I'd tell him that I know he's not acknowledging me
Then I'll watch him as he...
...becomes every bit as hollow as he wanted to be.